No, I was wondering if you knew anything about him that I could use in the 'interview'. Kinks, preferences etc." She smirked. "Should I bring a sheep?"
Alyson almost slid off her chair laughing. When she got control of herself she replied, "No, no livestock but from what I've heard..."
***
When Cobie walked into Sam Etherton's office the secretary, a veteran of the industry, raised her eyebrows but let her in without comment. She'd seen stranger things in her career.
On the other hand, when Sam saw her his jaw dropped. She wore a flowered sundress that came to just above her knees, unbelted, white kneesocks and pedal pushers. Her long dark hair was done up in twin ponytails. All in all she looked barely legal. When she spoke she affected a slight lisp that made her sound even younger.
"Hello Daddy," she said with a fetching pout. "Can I sit on your lap?" Sam, unable to speak, just nodded. She sauntered over, hips swaying in a very unlittle girllike way. By the time she'd reached him, he'd pushed his chair far enough away from his desk to give her room for whatever she wanted to do. She began by sitting on his lap, letting her skirt ride way up. She put one arm around his neck and shoulders and used the other one to undo his tie then slowly unbutton his shirt. Then she let the nail of one finger run up and down his chest.
"Does Daddy like?" Normally Sam Etherton was a loud, voluable man but this stunning vision from his deepest fantasies had apparently rendered him mute because all he could do was nod.